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Yeah, there it is folks... the sad story of life.

Though, I do wish it weren't so. So far, it looks like just about everything is going to change. At school,a bunch of the teachers have decided to leave. At first it was just a couple of teachers... one retiring, one moving away, another was promoted to vice principal, and a few more were just disappearing. Out of all of those leaving teachers, only the band director is being replaced. Which means that a bunch of the electives are gone. Which means that teachers are angered. Which means that more are leaving. Which means that the high school will be empty.

So yeah, at school there'll be a new band director with new ways of doing things. The school is trying so hard to save money, that I wouldn't doubt more things will disappear before the start of the new school year. The school has even gone as far as asking the teachers to allow a dollar or two to be docked from their pay. How ridiculous is that?

..It's depressing..

Oh geez, and you know what else is depressing? Father Ron is being transfered. Transfered. That means more change. There is a serious lack of priests within the diocese of Scranton, that the bishop is having Father Ron transfered to another parish that is losing their priest soon. To fix our soon-to-be lack of priest in Towanda, the bishop has asked Father Camele, from Canton, to give mass here as well. neutral Now I've met Father Camele before and he's a swell guy, but for him to be here, Canton, and Ulster every weekend means that we're going to lose mass somewhere. They just might leave Ulster to Sayre's priest, even though Father Ron did a few masses there. But still, I fear I'll lose my mass times. Father Camele will probably think of his parish first and arrange his schedule according to them. Which means I may not have my Sunday morning 8am mass anymore. Which means I'll have to go to a later mass. Which means we'll have to arrive extremely early just to get a seat because our parish is so large. Which means nothing will ever be the same again.

WHICH MEANS MORE CHANGE!!!

I'm going to miss Father Ron. I teared up as soon as he said he had some bad new to tell us. I knew he was being transfered as soon as he said that. I must admit, however, I am happy that he is leaving because the bishop told him to and not because the parish decided to have him booted. I remember a couple years ago he was really upset because he thought we were going to sack him and he changed his homilies and everything. Things have gone back to normal sinse then and everyone is going to miss him.

He was always there for everyone. When my mom died, he made sure she had the most traditional Catholic funeral he could give anyone. My aunt told me how he even made sure the flowers were ones my mother would have liked. He understood my mother's side of the family and made everything work so smoothly that even they couldn't complain. My dad said it was suprising how nicely my aunt got everything together, but she later admitted that it was Father who brought it together. All she had to do was say what she wanted and Father contacted the people who could make it happed.

I don't mind sharing a priest with Troy, but I do wish Father didn't have to go. Without him, I don't think church will ever be the same. He's been with us since I was in first grade... 10 whole years. The parish threw him a huge 50th birthday party a while ago, and every year he offers to shave his head if the kids at the Catholic school raise so much money, and... nobody wants him to go.

Father's even upset about leaving. He doesn't want to but he knows it's his job. I don't want him to go. I can't help tearing up. Though, my brother just mowed the grass, so I'll blame it on that if anyone walks in on me.

When I got home from mass today I drowned my sorrows in doughnuts, changed out of my church clothes, and plopped myself down here in front of the computer. I got pretty burned yesterday so I am just sitting here, in my computer room, surrounded by windows, and wearing as little as possible, (I found my short little shorts and a skimpy little tank top to wear to allow my burns to cool.) and listening to music to raise my spirits. Needless to say, it's not working too well. In fact, I think I feel even worse.

Blast, why can't I just stop crying. I can't remember the last time I was happy. Nothing's going right at all.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't say nothing. I've been studying for finals from sun-up to dusk... and I must say that I feel pretty confident. Not overly confident though, because whenever that happens, I fail misserably.

And the last time I was happy was just on Friday, at our Japanese party. But even then, under the happiness, there was a thick cloud of sorrow. Sorrow in the loss of Japanese III/IV. Sorrow in the end of the school year. Sorrow in knowing that I'll never have class with those guys ever again.

But man, we had fun. We made ramen.. but not in the same way other people make it. Man it was fun watching people screw up. Everyone was picked on at one time or another. Oh geez... I'd like to write all about it, but I'm not quite sure that things as great as this should be put in words. At least, not by me. I'll just outline it.

Well, Mr. Henty decided that Mike was teaching us and retired to his desk to speak Spanish with Daniel (the student from Venezuela) and talk to Mrs. Lezak about how horrible things are at the high school. Mike gave us recipe sheets for the ramen we were making and came around look over our sholders to see how we were doing. I would have made the attempt to ask more questions, but whenever I had one, the answer was so obvious that I just felt dumb.

We then went over to the crappy home ec room to make our ramen. Watching everyone make their ramen was hilarious. We had plastic bowls for our soup and the ramen made them soft, but Mike's was way softer than it should have been. lol He absent mindedly set it too close to the heat of the stove and it melted his outer bowl pretty bad. It molded to his hand when he went to drink the last bit in the bottom. Of course, after that, Dave did something stupid so everyone laughed at him instead. Dave boiled all of the water out of his soup and almost burned his noodles. How, you ask? Well, when Dave thought he was turning down the heat on his burner, he was actually turning down the head on the back burner... which wasn't even supposed to be on. This created difficulties because he had the lid to his pot placed on that burner. The result of this was Dave's broth-less ramen and a steaming hot pot lid. Mr. Heny had to pick the lid up with a wet cloth and it made that steam as well. And then there was Max, Mr. Henty, and Shane trying to get Mike's puddle of plastic off of the stove without scratching the ceramic.

It was just great. Just talking with everyone and everything really made my week. I think, however, that I missed out on walking down the high school hill with Mike. He was leaving Mr. Henty's room the same time I was and I turned to walk the quick way home from school. Taran and Dave ran and caught up with me and it was ony then that I realized if I took the other way down the hill I probably would have been able to walk with Mike... which would have made the evening even better. It's times like this that I feel really really stupid. xp

Another thing that I missed out on was my friend's party but my father wanted to study chem with me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.... literally. So yeah, after the marvelous Japanese party, I came home to study on and off with my father all night long. At one point he decided that we needed to go over ions and anions with icecream.... which at the time I thought was weird, but now it kind of makes sense.

*Le sigh*

I still don't know what I should do about next school year. I've always wanted to go to Catholic school but never had the heart to leave my friends. Now it looks like next year, I'll be in so few classes with them I might as well not even be there.

Then there's marching band. I'll miss it terribly but from what I heard, it won't be the same either. So many new people are coming in... Suz heard that Max and Kasidy are going to be percussionists! And then there'll be the snooty clarinets coming in. All of the clarinets we're getting from this year's 8th grade wanted to be K-dettes... stare and I really don't want to put up with that... especially since my new section leader is a complete pushover.

And the school has gone to hell... so why not go to a bigger, better school. I mean, this school actually has money! Yeah, that's right, a school with money. Sure everyone there will be rich and snobby but I'm not going there to make new friends... I already have friends. I'd be going to save my sanity, or, erm... what's left of it.

Of course, I'd miss out on seeing those certain people who aren't my friends... though I really want them to be wink . I'd miss out on hanging out with all of the soon to be seniors for their last year at the school.
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OH, I JUST DON'T KNOW!

Which really sucks, because I have to make my decision soon. But if I dwell on this too much, I'll end up screwing up my finals and missing out on the excitement of the last week of school...

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... OH MY GOD.... IT'S THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL!!!

Shoot, where did the school year go? One minute Trina is greeting me the first day of school with a story of something licking her grill and the next... Oh Lord, I don't want summer to come.

I know that whatever I decide about next school year will greatly affect my summer. If I decide to go to Catholic school, I'll spend the whole summer hanging out with my friends because I'll only see them on weekends during the school year. But if I stay here, I'll end up working all summer to pay for our trip to Japan. If I go to Catholic school, no Japan for me. If I stay here, no mercy. What to do, what to do?

Blast it all... I just can't decide.

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